www.xanga.com/x_never_x_knows_x_best_x

That is all, fuckers.

Now get away from me.

This Xanga ...

It's done forever.

I just ... tore myself open.

I let everything spill out.

I gave him the secret to my defeat. I put it in his hands with a smile.

And you know something? I've never been happier.

I want to delete my life. I want to delete everything that has happened up until about six months ago.

Will deleting Xanga entries delete all the sadness I lived with then?

I hate people who cling.

They're ... suffocating.

If you're going to cling, at least give me an oxygen mask, and offer to haul around the tank for me.

Otherwise - back the fuck off. I need at least five feet of breathing room.

Or in this case, about 35 miles.

Elizabethian fun fact: During the World Cup, one can usually find me glued to ESPN.